Don’t talk about age… My back hurts and I remember booting dos to run win.com if you wanted windows. Most of the stuff ran fine directly from dos without the added shell.
Sort of like picolo in dragon ball. I mean it’s the offspring making amends for their father’s transgressions.
Me too, you wanna hijack a plane? /s
PoS? Yes!
Nazi? Double yes!
Wannabe? No, he’s not a wannabe nazi, if you want to be a nazi then you already are.
It’s literally impossible. The only way his account gets zeroed is with a bullet.
Then it’s not impossible, just improbable.
Why is Daria in the background?
When Corb Lund sang it, I’ll bet it just sounded cool.
When the oil stops, everything stops, nothing left in the fountain
Nobody wants paper money, son, so you just well stop countin’
Can you break the horse? Can you light the fire
What’s that, I beg your pardon?
I think I see a rip in the social fabric; brother can you passthe ammo
Firing squad would be my preferred choice, if they aim for the head. With a shotgun full of 00 buckshot. Or maybe by howitzer if that’s an option.
I’d imagine getting shot by a squad of howitzers would make the whole world your open casket.
There’s 9 people sitting at a table, a nazi joins them. Now there’s 10 nazis at the table.
That they’re “good people” might have been true. But if when the situation changes, and you don’t act, then you’re complicit. Good people would have quit, even at a loss.
He’ll need to get hair transplants first…
I heard that his staffers achieved this by having him sit on a leaf blower during the interview, effectively making him the first “flailing arm tube man, turtoise, Moscow mule” hybrid.
MARALAGO = Make America Recession Again Like All Great Oligarchs